I don’t know about you, but I suffer from the Winterassgrowth disease, yip you know the one where you get all cosy, eat more, less exercise and just be, that one. Much like a squirrel storing its supplies for hibernation our bodies tend to hit this mode, anything we eat it keeps some back in “supplies” to keep our bodies warm.
So if you are like me then ten to one you don’t tend to work out or exercise as hard during winter as you would in summer. First hint of summer and we go “oh bleep” and start a mad rush to get in shape so that we can fit back into our summer clothes. Pure incredible madness.
In emotions it is much the same. During the winter, sad, depressing, rough times in our lives we tend to bury ourselves much like that squirrel in hope of sunshine. We build our defences, erect our walls, turn people away and run from our problems in hope that they would just disappear in our melancholy. We spend our time coping, surviving and keeping warm, not working out our emotional muscles, learning from the experience and breathing. We stop breathing.
Both you and I know our problems never just go away, if we don’t deal with our pasts, our issues or learn the lessons that need to be learnt they come back to bite us on our asses. We both know that they bite hard when they do and ten to one it's during a glorious summer. Because we never faced what we needed to, because we ran away instead of facing everything head on our summer days are shortened and tarnished with winter rains.
What if while going through a really rough time we hold on tight, we hang in there, we face the things that come our way and we breathe…
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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you know for the longest of time I would always stick my head in the sand from November-March. Being single during that span seemed to highlight the fact that I was in fact alone during the dates you'd typically spend with someone. So in many ways I was a creature of the mentioned habit. I've since gotten over it but it doesn't stop me from noticing others with the "gloom and doom" mentality of the winter.
I often wonder if getting over it is a means of indifference or actually coming to terms with the process of what we define as life.
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